Something in the air

A [unclear: revolution] in NZ appears as far away as the [unclear: rainb]. and I believe the nearest a Kiwi [unclear: revolutionary] ever got to it was through the [unclear: typewriters] in Salients' office. Well friends, here is a suggestion with my compliments.

NZ is a land of the pubs, sick as it were, with an alcoholic problem. The cold spell, the inflation spiral, the Big Brother at Wanganui, the exam fever etc add up to one conclusion: the revolution is now! There is no need to wait for the pub to come to Victoria University as "Muzz" envisaged. All that need to be done is for revolutionaries to sabotage and take over the two gin breweries, the essential ingredients and sit on their arses. After one week, NZ will have its long overdue classless revolution. Classless because the comrades in arms, legs and bottles will vary from capitalists to socialists, exploiters to exploited, lecturers to students, Truth to Salient!

What about the few pisshead revolutionaries who were tempted to label the above free-of-charge suggestion as "bullshit" but held back because they are (I) pigheaded and therefore cannot excrete bull's shit, (2) too confused in referring "you" and "him" to the same person at the same time, (3) conservative and pure as the virgin that the standard of students or a century old lady is regarded as dirty or radical, (4) likely to muddle it as "shit" if not "bullshit", or arse owners of any shithouse in Wellington or anywhere in. New Zealand, (5) lacking in funnybones that the "funny" word could not be used, (6) in accord with the sissy standard along Ghuznee Street (7) warned by Labour Department not to bullshit around because their student entry permits are expiring, (8) too busy bullshiting at forums? To these enlightened few, my contribution is this: just as those who would not utter the four letter word but would rather enact it gracefully, so it must be for those who would not utter the eight letter word that they rather eat the subject matter, namely, gool sai.

Goh